A/N: Sorry it took so long! Again, school has been taking over my life lately :P You didn't think the story was over, did you? What will happen when Shaw finds out the kid he kidnapped is actually alive?
"And now for some good news," The news reporter said on a television inside a dark hideout somewhere in Los Angeles, "Lisa Bartowski, originally reported missing over ten years ago and presumed dead, has indeed been found alive. Suffering from a case of amnesia, she somehow, by a stroke of chance, was able to find her way home. It truly is a touching story, and we'll have full details at nine." The reporter continued. Shaw turned the TV off, angered by what he had just heard.
"I can't believe it…she's…alive?" He muttered to himself.
"Her memory's gone though, boss." One of his henchman said, "She doesn't remember a thing."
"She remembers plenty. Listen. I'm betting everything she sees in that house brings back some sort of memory. It won't be long before she remembers she she's seen my face."
"But, boss, how will she remember what you look like if she doesn't see you?"
"It doesn't matter. She's seen my face. If she says something to her parents, then it's only a matter of time before they come for me. The girl has to die."
"Don't you think this is a bit…overboard, boss?"
"No. She can't reveal that I'm behind this. The sweet revenge that I'll get by tearing away Chuck and Sarah's adorable little happy ending will just be a happy side-effect." Shaw said with a sinister smile.
Back at the Bartowski residence, Lisa had a confession to make.
"Mom, dad? What happened with that window in my room? Whenever I look at it, for some reason, I feel scared." Lisa admitted.
"That's where…the kidnapper came in." Chuck told her.
"Did they ever find him?" Lisa asked. Her parents shook their heads.
"He was too fast for us. Which is saying something." Sarah said.
"My kidnapper is still out there?" Lisa asked, "We have to find him."
"Believe me, we've tried. There's simply no evidence of anything. He was smart. There were no traces of him anywhere, and when he got away from us, all we had seen of him were his eyes. He was wearing a mask." Chuck said. They had done everything in their power to track down the kidnapper, but even with their spy abilities, they could come up with nothing.
"Let's not let that get us down today. I'm just so glad to have you back!" Sarah said, embracing her daughter.
"I'm glad to be back. It may take a while for this place to seem like home and get memories to come back, but at least I finally have a place to call home, and people to call family." Lisa said with a smile.
"Hey, maybe we should have a party!" Clara suggested, "We can have it in the courtyard. We can invite people from the complex and the Buy More. Maybe seeing people she knew before she got kidnapped will help bring back Lisa's memories."
"That's a good idea, Clara," Sarah said, "But what if the kidnapper finds out about it and comes back to finish what he started?"
"Honey, we'll be there." Chuck said, "And so will Casey." He added, giving a knowing glance to Sarah. They were still spies, after all, and could handle guns and hand-to-hand combat if it came to that.
"And if he is still out there, do you think he'd strike in the middle of a party full of people?" Lisa said.
"I guess you're right." Sarah said. The rest of the day, they made up flyers, invitations, and started planning the party.
"How cute. They're going to have a coming-home party for the little princess…" Shaw spat, watching the newest report on what seemed to be becoming the story of the decade. "It's enough to make me sick."
"Sir, what do you have against this family anyway?"
"She ruined my life. She took the only thing I had of value in this world. He killed me."
"He…killed you?"
"Before the ring found me and brought me back. I was just about to get my revenge on the blonde, then he came along to save her. I told him to get to her, he had to kill me."
"In all honesty, sir, it kind of sounded like you were asking for it…" The henchman said. Shaw put his hands to his throat, "Alright, alright, I get it…" He choked out. Shaw released his grip.
"I'll make my strike the day of the party. We'll get all of them in one fell swoop."
It was finally the day of the party. Lisa woke up in her room that, with all the dust gone, was letting the morning sunlight illuminate it like it hadn't been in 11 years. She awoke with a smile on her face. She went into the kitchen, where her mother and father were making breakfast. The Woodcombs, Morgan, and Alex were coming over to help set up for the party, and Chuck and Sarah were making pancakes for everybody.
"Good morning, Lisa." Chuck said cheerfully, "Go ahead and get ready, the pancakes are almost done!"
"Alright, dad." Lisa replied, heading to the bathroom to start the getting-ready process. She opened the door, and what she saw made her scream. A man with sleek black hair and dark eyes was staring at her. He had a gun, and had it pointed at her heart. She saw a menacing smile come over the man's face, followed by an explosion and a bright flash of light.
Lisa woke up with a start. The day that had just begun was like the beginning of her dream, bright and cheerful. But the ending of her dream still haunted her. Who was the man? Could it possibly be the man that had kidnapped her over ten years ago? She walked into the kitchen and her parents were making pancakes, just as in the dream.
"Good morning," Sarah greeted, "How did you sleep?" She asked.
"Actually not that great. I had a really bad dream. I think my kidnapper was in it." Lisa said. Sarah's eyes grew wide.
"And what did he look like?" Chuck asked.
"Well, he had black slicked-back hair and dark eyes. He had a gun with him, and in the dream he shot me. I don't know what it means, but it's scary." She said.
"Sarah, does that sound like someone we know?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded. A look of realization crossed their faces, as a look of confusion cross Lisa's.
"How could we not of thought of this before? It all makes sense now. Of course Shaw would be sick enough to kidnap a seven-year-old just to get at us." Sarah said.
"Um, guys…you're being really cryptic here. What's going on? Who's this Shaw guy?" Lisa asked.
"Our arch-enemy." Chuck said.
"Arch-enemy? Dad, that sounds a bit extreme. It's not like you're a superhero or anything."
"There's something we have to tell you, Lisa." Sarah said.
"Oh my god. You guys really are superheroes." Lisa said. Sarah, even with the tenseness of the situation, couldn't help but let out a little giggle.
"No, not in the traditional sense of the term…we're spies, Lisa." Chuck said, "And Shaw used to be a member of our team, until the bad guys got a hold of him. He tried to kill your mother in Paris, and of course, we stopped him. But then he pops up again out of the blue a couple of months later, and then a couple of years later. I guess he came back again that night."
"But why would he want me? Why didn't he come and kill you guys when it seemed like he had a chance?"
"Shaw is obsessed with revenge. He wants us to feel pain, not simply kill us. He knew that if he kidnapped you he would cause us pain. He was probably planning in using you as leverage, to get us to surrender to him in exchange for letting you go." Sarah explained.
"What if he knows that I'm still alive? I mean, I must have escaped him when I was little, then hit my head or did something to lose my memory. That might be enough to make him want to get at me."
"Maybe, but there's no way he could know that you're alive. He hasn't found you yet, has he?" Chuck said.
"You're probably right. If he hasn't found me by now, then maybe he's not looking." Lisa said.
Meanwhile, in Shaw's underground hideout, he was loading up with guns and weapons. When he finished, he gave a sinister smile as he twisted on his old wedding ring.
"I can't wait to see their faces when they realize that I'm behind this." He said.
"Boss, don't you think you're going a bit overboard with all this? I mean, she is just a kid…" His assistant said.
"This isn't about her. This is about her parents. Let's go." Shaw said. The assistant let out a heavy sigh, and then reluctantly followed Shaw out of the base. All hell was about to break loose.